Defiled Young Housewife

Something about Reggie made Christy uncomfortable. She received a strange feeling when he looked at her with his deep, dark, eyes that seemed to penetrate right into her.

She hoped this huge black man who towered over her husband would not make an immediate decision, so she could discuss the matter further with Dave. They could tell Reggie someone else rented the room, she thought.

Reggie had experience with young, well-educated white women like Christy. He realized how uncomfortable he made her feel. The sparkle from her diamond engagement ring and wedding band on her finger momentarily caught his gaze.

He knew her type — a snooty, white bitch raised in an upper-middle class family sheltering her from any interaction with men of his color. As a liberally educated adult, she professed racial equality but failed to ever practice it in her own bedroom.

They had far more house here than they needed for such a young couple. A greedy gamble made during the housing bubble, leaving them in financial trouble, Reggie silently speculated.

A shrewd businessman from drug dealings on the street, and a seasoned sexual predator never missing a chance to score young, naïve, white pussy, Reggie understood the fleeting nature of this opportunity. He pulled a wad of cash from his pocket, "I'll take the room. How much security deposit do you want?"

Christy standing beside her husband, her arm entwined with his, tightly squeezed Dave's hand as a signal not to immediately accept Reggie's offer.

All the money Reggie displayed mesmerized Dave, who misinterpreted Christy's gesture as an affirmation, "Uh, $500 for a security deposit ought to be enough."

A grin appeared on Reggie's 35-year-old face as he pared away enough cash to cover the deposit and a year's worth of rent. He handed the smaller wad of money to Dave.

Dave's face lit up like he just found a long-lost friend. He had anticipated perhaps getting a security deposit and first month's rent — not an entire year's worth of payments in a lump sum like this. The cash in his hand was an instant rush of euphoria, like a double shot of fine whiskey coursing through the veins when quickly drank on an empty stomach.

Christy forced a smile Reggie recognized as insincere.

Reggie nodded at the money in Dave's grasp, "I'll need a receipt, indicating I paid the full year room and board plus security deposit."

"Of course," Dave replied with a shake of Reggie's hand to finalize the deal. Dave quickly went to fetch a pen and paper to write the receipt, leaving Christy alone with Reggie.

Dave unwittingly admitted a violent, high-ranking criminal — who wanted to keep a low profile — into their home. And he granted this criminal easy access to his gorgeous wife.

Reggie briefly snuck another glance at Christy's tight ass and firm, young tits, peeling away her clothing with his eyes, as if she was luscious fruit he wanted to devour. He imagined how she looked beneath the modest dress she wore.

Christy certainly was an attractive package. She stood about medium height with a petite build and perfect measurements that included a tight, flat abdomen, nicely curved buttocks, and full, round breasts — the epitome of female form.

The 23-year-old college graduate and housewife took care of her figure by maintaining a strict diet and exercising daily. Her model-like figure, combined with smooth, white skin, dark, blue eyes, and silky, blond hair that extended slightly past her shoulders, received the gaze of many men, who saw in her a girl of their dreams.

But no other man could have Christy because her heart already belonged to her husband, Dave.

But that did not stop Reggie from undressing her with his dark eyes. His cock twitched as he thought about the possibility of fucking this cute, white bitch.

Reggie was not dressed like your typical college student, wearing an expensive sports jacket, silk slacks and Polo dress shirt that were all tailor fit and showed off his tall, muscular physique. Christy noticed impressive diamond rings on each of his hands. He looked more like a NFL linebacker than a college student to her.

"So, what are you studying?" Christy nervously asked, attempting to break an awkward silence. Reggie also seemed a little old to still be in college as he had claimed, she thought.

"African Studies."

In truth, Reggie had not set foot on a college campus in years, not since his early days hustling drugs on the street. In his line of business he was able to move up in rank without needing college classes.

His quick reply without any elaboration seemed suspicious to Christy, but Dave suddenly returned smiling with a neatly written receipt and an extra key to their house, "Here you go, roommate."

"Okay, great. I'll be back a little later with my things."

Reggie took his key and receipt from the young couple and departed.

"Look at all this money!" Dave gleefully whispered after the door closed, holding up numerous hundred dollar bills as if they had won a sweepstakes.

"I don't know about this guy. Maybe we should check him out or something first, honey."

Dave was counting the money not really listening to Christy. She did not have the heart to press the issue about Reggie living with them. She was probably being overly cautious anyway, she thought.

Dave seemed happier than he had been in a long time, since the rough economy took their jobs. The warehouse position he managed to find did not pay all their bills. This was enough cash to bring them current and avoid foreclosure.

Reggie returned a few hours later that evening and quietly unpacked in his new room while Christy and Dave went to bed. When Reggie finished settling in, he turned off the light.

After a few moments Reggie's eyes adjusted to the darkness and he silently made his way down the hall to Christy's and Dave's bedroom door, which they carelessly left ajar.

The sound of lovemaking — the rhythmic squeak of bedsprings, the grunts and groans of two young people lost in passion — grew louder as Reggie approached. He stood at the threshold to their room and peered through the sliver of an opening at two shadowy figures moving in concert, his black skin providing a perfect camouflage in the dimness of night.

Reggie's penis got hard. It pushed against inadequate room in his gym shorts and sought release from its confinement.

His turn with Christy would come soon enough, he thought.

"Oh, I'm going to cum," Reggie heard Dave exclaim.

"Oh, I love you," Christy cried as she wrapped her arms around her husband in a tight embrace and his body grew tense from his orgasm.

Imagining her arms wrapped around himself instead of Dave, Reggie quietly returned to his room undetected.

Dave withdrew his modest condom covered penis from Christy's tight vagina and turned on the light on the nightstand beside their bed.

The thin latex membrane, slick with Christy's juices, contained a small amount of Dave's ejaculate in its tip. Christy watched Dave slide the protective barrier off. The two had agreed to wait until after their financial situation improved before starting a family.

A virgin bride and a faithful wife, Christy never had even the slightest desire for anyone else. She loved her husband madly.

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Dave left for work early and Christy visited the gym for her daily workout of swimming laps and some resistance training when Reggie woke up to an empty house.

Over the weeks Reggie learned their schedules. He knew Dave would not return from work until evening and Christy arrived home mid-morning.

As Christy entered, Reggie sat shirtless on the living room sofa in a pair of loose gym shorts. Solid muscles bulged beneath the smooth black skin covering his arms, chest and stomach. Christy wanted to tell him to put on a shirt but decided against being confrontational.

Christy's voice contained a hint of annoyance, "When do you attend classes?" She had noticed him gawking at her more frequently and it seemed like the only thing he studied was her figure when he thought she was not looking.

Reggie began obnoxiously rubbing his crotch in front of her while his eyes blatantly raked her body. "I take classes online. Where you work besides out at the gym every morning, baby?"

The way some black males inappropriately touched themselves in public repulsed her. "Don't call me 'baby'. I'm currently between jobs. But I haven't seen you even open a book yet since you've been with us."

Her condescending reply before she proceeded to her bedroom to escape Reggie's lustful stares taunted Reggie. He was more determined than ever to fuck this cute white bitch.

Reggie waited a few minutes and then followed Christy. When he reached her bedroom, he heard the shower flowing in the master bathroom. He carefully turned the doorknob and entered her room. The bathroom door, unfortunately, was shut and locked.

He knew Christy would never let a Nigger's cock inside her pussy. She appeared in excellent shape, and would definitely fight it. But after the struggle he would subdue the petite wife and fuck her.

While he waited for the bathroom door to open, a crowd of framed photographs comprising her family and friends neatly stood on her dresser. In complete stillness the images of all those white folks -- who until now had insulated her from men like himself -- watched in mute sympathy. Christy obviously cared deeply for these people, which might prove instrumental in his plans, he thought.

Christy opened the door wearing only a red, silk thong with matching bra, and was greeted by Reggie. She tried to slam the door shut to keep him away.

Christy's initial suspicion of Reggie had been correct, but she had ignored her gut feelings to please Dave. In an ironic twist of fate, Christy's attempt to appease her husband jeopardized their marriage far worse than financial woes.

Reggie's hand blocked the door from closing completely. He overcame Christy's efforts and her feet, unable to hold ground, slid back across the slick tile floor.

Reggie charged into her bathroom.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

He unexpectedly punched Christy in her stomach. His fist drove into her like a cannon ball, the crushing impact evacuating every bit of wind from her lungs.

"You gonna like getting fucked by your new black boyfriend, baby."

She doubled over gasping for air while he dragged her by her hair from the bathroom.

Before Christy regained her breath, Reggie had thrown her into bed and yanked her panties and bra off, leaving the hapless girl lying on her back completely exposed.

Christy wheezed and coughed, "Please, don't do this."

"What the matter? Don't you like fucking niggers?"

Reggie forced her smooth, long legs apart on reconnaissance of her treasures he planned to plunder. He loved how these classy white girls kept their pubic areas so immaculately groomed.

Reggie's eyes feasted on Christy's naked body with its gentle feminine curves. Her smooth genitals lacked hair or even stubble due to laser treatments. She appeared almost pre-pubescent except for a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair, no larger than a thumbnail that remained. Her flat tummy was adorned by a delightful belly button and defined abdominal muscles. Pink areolae a little larger than quarters crowned her firm c-cup tits.

Christy's silky, white skin contrasted with Reggie as he touched her. Her tight, youthful body seemed to lack imperfection like her beautiful face.

Dave was a fool to leave such a gem unguarded with a thug like himself, Reggie thought. He reached down between Christy's splayed legs and gently parted her labia, a lovely shade of pink revealed, for a closer look at her pussy.

She felt Reggie manipulating her privates like she belonged to him, "Oh, God -- no! Please don't!" She grabbed his wrist to stop him.

Reggie reached up and twisted her delicate, pink nipple, causing a jolt of pain that would later become a bruise on the perfectly formed flesh.

Christy immediately released Reggie's wrist.

Reggie resumed spreading her labia, locating Christy's clitoris among her pink folds. He licked his thumb and began softly rubbing its soft, pink hood.

Reggie noticed Christy's clit slowly grow from his fillips, the timid head of her clitoris retracted beneath its protective hood.

"I'm married. Why are you doing this?" Christy sobbed as Reggie caused involuntary responses in her body. Her pink flesh glistened with secretions, inviting him to drink her nectar.

Reggie held her vaginal lips apart with his black fingers and orally assaulted her.

"Oh, God, stop it! You're disgusting." Christy sat partially up on her elbows and from over her flat tummy helplessly watched with a contorted face. She tried unsuccessfully to push Reggie's head away, her fingers clutching his kinky hair.

Reggie ached for Christy. He slid off his gym shorts and his monstrous, black organ sprang from confinement.

Christy's eyes widened when she saw the enormity of his appendage. Reggie's cock looked more like a radiator hose from a truck than a penis, veins distending beneath its black skin.

No way could the thing ever fit inside her, "Please don't rape me. I promise I won't tell anyone if you stop."

Reggie reopened Christy's labia and aimed his cock at her entrance.

The large head of his penis pushed at her opening and Christy became frantic. She did not know what to say to stop him, "I'll do anything you want. Please don't put that in me. It's too big."

The pressure from his attempted invasion built. Christy fell back from her elbows, clenching the sheets in her fists, "Oh, God! No. Please."

Her husband's pecker must have been incredibly small, Reggie thought. He slowly applied more force to overcome her pussy's resistance, until Christy's Labia engulfed the head of his penis.

"Ow," Christy cried. Another man's penis entered her for the first time, and her pussy subversively provided lubrication for its own assault — her fidelity to Dave undone by a black rapist in little more than an instant.

Reggie gradually advanced more of his cock into her.

He taunted her as he worked more of himself inside her, "That's right girl. You got black cock in your pussy now."

"Oh God, stop it! You're hurting me. You're too big."

She felt him advance slightly deeper each thrust, "I'm married. Why are you doing this?"

Reggie placed his index finger to her lips, "Shush, you be quite. You may be married but you mine now."

"No," Christy whimpered. But her juices coated more of Reggie's cock with affectionate sheen.

How could this happen to her? Why did Dave allow this stranger into their home to rape her? These and similar thoughts played through her mind, her face displaying her pain as furrows in her normally smooth skin.

Christy's pussy contained more cock than ever before.

Reggie's cock was triple the girth of Dave's penis and already penetrated several inches into her unchartered territory with only half his length inside Christy. Reggie mercifully refrained going further.

Reggie attempted to look directly in her eyes while fucking her, but Christy kept averting his stare and moving her head away.

A wild spark appeared in Reggie's eyes as he irately grabbed Christy's chin. He turned her head to face him, "Look at me when I'm fucking you bitch!"

From beneath pools of tears, Christy's eyes met his as he claimed her. She felt his immense, black phallus making its journey in and out of her defeated pussy.

"Please stop it!"

Reggie spoke to Melissa like the thug from the hood that he was, "I want you to cum for me first, baby, and show me how much you love niggers."

She replied with silence determined not to give him the satisfaction of her orgasm. The animal already stole her precious fidelity; no way would she ever cum for this filthy pig.

"Oh, you gonna cum for me whether you want to or not," Reggie warned quickening his pace.

"No," Christy hissed through clenched teeth. But as her discomfort further dissipated her cunt traitorously accepted the large, black intruder more as a welcome guest, bathing Reggie's black baby-maker with her juices.

Christy grimaced and her hands pushed against his muscular chest. Her vaginal labia clung to his slick cock as it slid through them, "Oh, oh, oh — no!

"Christy's voice grew to a yell as her arousal increased, "No, no, no — stop doing this to me!"

Reggie fucked Christy until her pelvis began slight coital movements back. It was not an enthusiastic response, but at least she stopped resisting and accepted her fate. He held back from burying the remaining length of his penis inside her...

Christy wanted this heinous act to end, but it went on indefinitely.

She finally noticed acceleration and panicked, realizing the end she awaited was approaching and that meant Reggie would cum soon. "Please, take it out of me now," she begged.

Christy was a haughty white woman and Reggie enjoyed every step of taking her: from initially molesting her to introducing her pussy to his huge, black cock and making her orgasm from it. He looked forward to completing the process soon by cumming inside her.

"I' gonna cum in your pussy, baby."

Her eyes became saucers of fear, "No, please don't cum in me."

Christy's dainty white hands renewed their efforts and pushed harder against Reggie's burly, black chest. Arching her back and positioning her pelvis she unsuccessfully tried dislodging him. Her efforts were no match against his huge penis imbedded far too deeply in her pussy.

Reggie's penis occupied Christy's pussy after her attempts to expel it failed. He penetrated even further for her insubordination and released a torrent of white, gooey cum inside her.

She felt slimy ejaculate from Reggie's cock oozing from her overfilled pussy down the crack of her ass, "Oh, no, please -- why did you cum in me?"

The deed was completed. She lay beneath his heavy frame, her pussy clenching his deflating cock in residual orgasms she could not control.

He removed his flaccid cock from Christy as she remained in the bed motionlessly staring at the ceiling, her legs still indecently spread apart. She glanced at Reggie's penis as he stood beside her. Even soft, his black serpent appeared enormous and Christy did not believe the horrific thing actually fit in her.

"You ever give your husband head?" Reggie asked.

Christy looked at Reggie with bewilderment as the muscular man who just defiled her firmly grabbed her shoulders and guided her to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. She understood what he wanted when he shoved his penis, hanging from him like the trunk on an elephant, in her face. His cock was disgusting, still slimy with their fluids.

"Open your mouth and suck on it like a good girl. I don't want to hurt you more."

Christy did not think she could tolerate Reggie's cock in her mouth without vomiting. But Reggie tightly pulled her hair and forced her to suck on it. Her lips barely fit around the foul thing.

To her surprise, even though revolting, the taste was not completely disagreeable. As she followed Reggie's directions, he relaxed his grip on her hair and his treatment of her improved. Christy gently rolled his heavy, golf-ball size testicles in her hand while drawing on his shaft.